I am a living immortal.

Chapter 587 Death in the Light

This attack reached Su Mu in an instant. A combined force of tens of millions of souls, the dark energy spread from the initial point, even surpassing the world's upper limit in a short period of time.

The inky void replaced everything in the world.

This time, the attack was directed at Su Mu. The world and Xuan Mo's figure gradually receded from Su Mu's perspective, and the ground beneath her feet became soft, like treading on a swamp. The sun in the sky turned blood red, and the stars in the sky blinked like prying eyes.

Su Mu was sinking, sinking. Looking down, he realized that half of his body had already sunk into the unknown darkness.

Consciousness also seemed to have fallen into a drowsy state.

It must have been the effect of the attack. The cacophony of sounds in her ears was like a conversation sped up countless times, the result of countless souls pouring out their words to Su Mu. There were so many, each sentence adding up to a thousand voices. Some of these words were interesting, while others were a chaotic, mindless mumbling, like sleep talk, devoid of logic.

Because these souls had already been devoured by Su Qingtu.

What is here now is merely the final echo of a past life, and also the proof that they were once alive.

These words, however interesting, are perfectly ordinary, if not reversed. Some are greetings between neighbors, some are midnight conversations between couples, some are bargaining, some are teachers teaching their children, and even quarrels between children. They encompass the rich's disdain for the poor, the sound of reading aloud, cheerful laughter, sobs, the exhilaration of success, the helpless sighs of despair, the high spirits of youth, the expressions of affection between men and women, even the most primitive moans—it encompasses everything.

Su Mu could hear every word clearly.

Despite the noise, he took in every word. The louder the voices, the clearer Su Mu's eyes became, and the more resolute he became. These were the evidence of his guilt. Their lives might have been a mess, or they might have been high-spirited, or they might have been ordinary, but they definitely weren't destined to end up in a fox demon's belly, unable to reincarnate, and their souls scattered.

All this is thanks to Su Qingtu.

These debts won't disappear for no reason. Su Mu will redeem them for them. The souls of those who died unjustly need comfort. Don't forget them in life, and keep them alive in death.

When the last voice finished its narration, the surroundings had fallen into complete darkness. This darkness was filled with negativity, the condensation of countless unresigned feelings. Anyone else would have been forever trapped in this vortex.

They tried to keep Su Mu.

However, Su Mu would not stay, he still had things to do.

"Everyone, good morning."

Su Mu seemed to be speaking to the countless souls along the way. Then Su Mu saw a light shining from the endless abyss, and it became brighter and brighter.

Su Mu raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

This world has always had more than one side. Beneath the utter darkness lie a few glimmers of light. These glimmers contrast with the darkness like fireflies against the bright moon. Yet, no matter how vast the gap, these glimmers of light persist.

At this moment, these lights were illuminated by Su Mu's words.

These lights converged around Su Mu. At this moment, Su Mu thrust out a sword. This sword, imbued with light, instantly shattered the endless darkness. This sword, called "Resound," was the deceased's final condemnation of their perpetrators.

The darkness began to boil at this moment.

After Su Qingtu's attack, all that remained was a shrunken, shrunken soul, poised to die at any moment. However, the reason he had struck this blow wasn't to seek death, but rather to gamble on his luck. If Su Mu ultimately perished, Su Qingtu could use her to revive him.

The winners survive and the losers perish.

So he was still very nervous. Actually, he didn't need to be, because those who knew Su Mu knew what kind of existence Su Mu was. Not to mention this transcendental attack, even a transcendental attack from an innate god wouldn't necessarily kill Su Mu.

This is not speculation, but a real case.

So the outcome was already determined the moment you struck. If you were complacent after your attack landed on Su Mu, there was no need to be. It was Su Mu's own choice to be hit, nothing more. All of this stemmed from a lack of clarity about Su Mu's strength.

While Su Qingtu was nervous, Xuan Mo remained calm because he knew clearly that this move was harmless to Su Mu.

as predicted.

The expression on Su Qingtu's face suddenly changed. He felt a force that was contrary to darkness breaking out of his shell.

The pitch-black sphere before him began to vibrate irregularly. These vibrations grew more intense, and tiny dots of white light penetrated the darkness. When the first crack appeared, the spread began...

Until the pitch-black sphere exploded, flashing a dazzling white light. To Xuan Mo, this white light was warm and soft, with a hint of sadness, like a farewell to the world.

However, when this white light shone upon Su Qingtu, the warmth felt scorching and furious. It filled his surroundings, bringing only pain. The light itself wasn't particularly damaging, but he still felt the discomfort unbearable. It was like the discomfort of a creature constantly trapped in darkness and dampness suddenly entering a world of light, only a thousand times more intense.

This discomfort was even worse than the attack on him. It didn't come from the body, but also from the uncontrollable discomfort in the mind.

Su Qingtu let out a heart-wrenching scream. He subconsciously tried to hide, but then he realized there was nowhere to hide. He was completely exposed to the light.

One man's meat may be another man's poison.

The already shrunken soul, on the verge of disappearing at any moment, became even more unstable after such a shock. Under the bright light, the drifting soul suffered extreme pain, and each day felt like a year.

Su Qingtu seemed to see the shadows of countless souls in a trance.

These bloody foods in his eyes were now pulling him away from the world.

"No! I won't, no!!" He struggled and screamed, but it was all in vain. Now he was just a ghost that was about to disappear at any moment.

In the end, Su Qingtu's remaining soul completely collapsed.

He died completely in the bright light.

When Su Qingtu died, the bright light began to dim and disappeared into the sky. Unfortunately, these countless lives left nothing behind, and could not be reincarnated. They were truly dead.

Su Mu put away the sword and looked up.

This tiny bit of light was his final farewell. It was beautiful, yet also cruel. Su Qingtu, such a freak, ultimately died in this remote corner of the world. He probably hadn't anticipated this.

But then again, such an existence is really powerful.